In March last year, I stood on the station platform in the western Ukrainian city of Lviv in the immediate aftermath of Russia’s invasion of that country, witnessing a huge refugee movement. Millions were on the move. It was a profoundly shocking and moving moment and one that, sadly, I have witnessed too many times in my career.
As families struggled to board the few trains leaving for Poland, men – forbidden from leaving – kissed children and hugged wives, uncertain of what the future might bring.
